By the hurting nails of my memories  
  The sword of hate incises...I bleed  
  
  And their eyes...  
  Their look burnt into my mind...  
  Full of conceit...and despise  
  
  The tears of my bitterness  
  Form the river of my pain  
  That wildly streams  
  Towards the sea of hate  
  
  And their voices...  
  They make my soul bleed...  
  And the anger inside me will breed  
  
  All my life I?ve grown those roses of rage  
  I?m the bastard son of hate...  
  Blood of mine as black  
  As those flowers of death  
  In my veins flows the tar of Chaos  
  
  Once you hurt me  
  Now it?s my turn to join the game  
  Isn?t that lovely feeling  
  Tto feel the blade of hate?  
  
  On the street of the black lanterns  
  I rape your soul with joy  
  Just like you did it to me before...  
  
  All my life I?ve grown those roses of the rage  
  I?m the bastard son of hate...  
  Blood of mine as black  
  As those flowers of death  
  In my veins flows the tar of Chaos